Chelsea Alvarez is determined to prove herself as the new marketing director of the Santa Fe Thunderbirds, a team known for their intense gameplay and off-ice drama. What she doesn't expect is Charlie Kobayashi, the Thunderbirds' fiercely talented but notoriously guarded goaltender, to be her biggest distraction. Charlie has one rule: no relationships. Hockey is his sole focus, and he doesn't let anyone get too close-on or off the ice. But Chelsea's fiery determination and quick wit get under his skin in a way he's never experienced before. As Chelsea navigates the high-stakes world of professional sports and Charlie battles his inner demons, their connection grows harder to ignore. With scandal, secrets, and playoff pressure threatening to pull them apart, Chelsea and Charlie must decide whether risking it all for love is worth the potential fallout-or if some rules are better left unbroken.

⋆｡°✩ willow had once watched someone die. she saw the green light explode from the end of a wand, saw a body crumple to the floor, lifeless - before she even knew what magic truly was. and her father, blinded by grief and fury, had done the unthinkable. he tore the magic from her - ripped it from her bones with trembling hands and shattered words, as if silencing her gift could silence his own pain. she was only twelve when the magical world took her in, broken and wide-eyed. the halls of that ancient castle loomed taller than anything she'd ever known. spells whirled like storm winds, portraits whispered in their frames, and staircases shifted beneath her feet. it terrified her. but even as she clutched at familiarity like a lifeline, she knew - somewhere in her bones - that this strange, faraway place would become her forever. and who could have guessed that her forever would be a red-headed boy with laughter in his soul and fire in his heart? a boy who loved so fiercely, so completely, that it burned through the darkest parts of her. she remembered the way he looked at her - like he saw every hidden piece she tried to bury. "I desperately wanted to kiss him - to bury my hands in his hair, to press my mouth to his like it would heal every broken thing inside me. My body trembled with the ache of it, like it already knew he was meant to be mine. Like kissing him would make the world stop spinning." and in that moment, every inch of her - every breath, every heartbeat, every scar left by what had been taken - was begging for something real. something right. 49 chapters started 9/29/2022 completed 5/24/2025 tw: this story contains themes involving substance use, sexual content, and blood/death/violence.

Y/n Cordelia Granger lived a happy but simple life in the suburbs of London with her parents and younger sister, Hermione, until her 11th birthday. As the day's sun beamed overhead, the young girl was covered in its light that glimmered with the promise of new opportunities. The golden rays on her face and pinching tightness in her stomach pulled her back to her home and inside her back door. On the other side, an older woman with a wrinkled face and kind eyes stood awaiting her approach. Each crease told a story Y/n longed to discover, but couldn't understand the language of until the older woman handed her a letter. The pages were yellow with age and curled up at the end as a result of fuss from the long journey the paper had made just to reach her. However as Y/n's eyes devoured the words carefully scrawled in black ink, she realized what she held in her hands was far more than a letter. It was an entirely new world to her, and it awaited her arrival. George Fabian Weasley, on the other hand, had always known he was a wizard just as he'd always known the sky was blue. Growing up at the Burrow, magic was as common a sight as loud conversation with raucous laughter and delicious homemade meals accompanied by his mum's lovingly chiding voice. He'd gone to King's Crossing come each September 1st since he and his twin brother Fred were just wains in their mum's arms. While red hair sprouted atop their scalps and their smiles hastily turned from mere innocence to mischief, three of their older brothers started their magical education. For these reasons, it came as no surprise to either of the twins when they received a letter on their 11th birthday admitting them to Hogwarts. But what neither Y/n nor George knew was that on the other side of the Great Hall's grand double doors lay the rest of their lives: intertwined together by the red string of fate and defined by harrowing tragedies that would haunt them and a devout love that would keep them ablaze.

in which harry discovers an unconscious girl in the depths of the black lake. part one. (rated mature for violence - automatically by wp)

War takes a toll on people. Even in the Wizarding World, war affects the survivors. Nova Lupin-Black survived the war, but at a terrible cost. She lost her fathers, her stepmother, friends, mentors, and her unborn child. Join Nova on her adventure to healing. Her journey will not be easy. Especially with those seeking revenge lurking around the corner. *sequel to "The Girl Who Fought" *DISCLAIMER, all rights go to JK Rowling. I only own Nova and her storyline (along with a few other characters) Cover by @vwonderlandd

"I'm in love with you, Nova Lily," Harry said softly as he caressed her cheek with his thumb delicately. "And I'll make sure Merlin knows it." Wolfstar daughter Extended Summary inside*** |harry potter x oc| *DISCLAIMER! I don't own any of these characters! They all belong to JK Rowling. I only own Nova and her plotline. Cover by @vwonderlandd

"WHY WON'T YOU LET US HELP YOU? CAN'T YOU SEE THAT WE CARE, OR DO YOU NEED JAMES' GLASSES?" 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉, the marauders swore that they hated all slytherins. that was, until they met her. [the marauders x fem!oc] [young!sirius black x fem!oc]

Aella Targaryen wed on the anniversary of her father's death. To her cousin, nonetheless, continuing the long-standing tradition of her family to marry their relatives. It was a day that was meant to bring joy and overshadow the sorrow that had pursued that very date for years, but Aella could not feel any of that joy, rather a bitterness that she had not been allowed to mourn as she had for nigh on six years. Bitterness, because she had not been allowed to wed the one she truly loved. HOTD S1-?

𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 sorry for not adding this sooner but SLOW BURN Delusional fanon Aegon Targaryen x Targ!OC All rights to HOTD go to George R.R Martin

𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨. REVAMPING Jacaerys Velaryon x oc (with a little bit of Aemond Targaryen)